Generally speaking, the cyber life is perhaps melding so much into the physical or vise versa that I am unable to distinguish where I am many times. I need to find a way to ground myself and keep my focus of intent. Processing views is an exercise that I do enjoy however the rate of information coming in is putting a strain on my 53 year old infrastructure.
I blended art with food in this colorful pork stir fry using black rice and perfectly steamed vegetables. I paired it with a memory of gathering my mom's flowers she grew on the hillside of our backyard, along with mulberries and mud from the creek. I would form the most beautiful pies decorated with nature. Shaded from the sun by the trees, afterwards I could lay my head in the tall grass that grew extra high on the bend of that sloping sanctuary and just listen to my own breath mix with that of the world's. I found that perfect spot and understood completely where I was in those moments.
I want to be there again or somewhere like it. A place where my nails aren't bitten to the core and my anxiety and nervousness don't dictate the state of my own union.
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